It was a sweet and frosty May in the town of Thunder Bay when Dale and Wendy Day went out to Sweetbrush Lake. They found a weeping willow, sat down to do the Thunder Bay a go-go, well the wind was real soft. Poor little Wendy just had to break later on that month. Dale went for Pepper lunch at the "we're all in this together diner" the pea soup was fine, the corncob on time, chili dogs even finer. But the real reason was that Wendy was working counter. Those two little kids just couldn't get enough of each other. Dale broke out like a man and said, "Wendy I think I wanna take your hand and make little children and live beyond the sand. And with respect to the clouds and the colony of your eyes, that day we made love, I'm gonna call our little child Amber Jones."
Hey supermodel, set the rest of us free,
There ain't no genie in the bottle, or in that magazine
Hey supermodel, whats it like being pretty?
Now everyone knows that if you're going to run a successul cafe, you have to hire the prettiest waitress. Amber turns out, had been working at the Pepper lunchcafe just like her mother did twenty years earlier. And it boils down to this very simple doctrine given to her by Ralph Habbasham the owner. Ralph says the customer's always right, and the customers here are mostly men. And though it don't seem, from table two to sixteen, all men do is dream of falling in love - just like women.
Now watching from table twenty was a man from New York City, who was most impressed with Ambers poses. He said,"Come over here missy, I gots a kinda propostion for you, that is - if your willing to listen"
Hey supermodel, set the rest of us free,
There ain't no genie in the bottle, or in that magazine
Hey supermodel, whats it like being pretty?
Now she was just everywhere. I mean, little girls wanted to be like her, little boys wanted to be with her. Even mothers somehow altered their physique just to be a little closer to what Amber represented. One day Amber, who likes the sweetbrush diner where she used to work at, really missed those coconut cake cucumbers, and it made out with one giant missile on the top of her forehead. Poor little Amber couldn't do a thing about it, and her poor career went kinda downhill after that as the people outside her hotel room penthouse cried out, well - you know what they cried out.
Hey supermodel, set the rest of us free,
There ain't no genie in the bottle, or in that magazine
Hey supermodel, whats it like being a teen dream?